Part 3: Shall I wear Naked?
Vetinari moaned again. His hands were covering Drumknott's and he was not letting them go until he heard ...
Drumknott moaned and pressed his body close into the patricians.
Vetinari gasped and let go, his hands moving to the younger man's shoulders. Drumknott reluctantly dropped his hands away from his lord's face.
" Well, " said Vetinari. He squeezed his clerk fondly, licked his lips and allowed himself a small smile. His eyes sparkled brightly at the blond man.
" My.."
" Please, " whispered Vetinari. " Please call me Havelock."
" Havelock, " said Drumknott blushing and looked down but catching himself at this passive behaviour and hating himself for it, he stood up straighter and looked more directly into the powerful man's deep blue eyes.
" I would be most pleased to go to the ball with you Havelock but I haven't a thing to wear."
Was that a mischevious glint in the young clerks eye? Marvelled Vetinari.
" Maybe I could help you...find...something. In my bedchamber?" His eyes searched Drumknott's face, focusing in his lips.
Drumknott kissed Vetinari again, both hands firmly on his cheeks. Both men moaned, almost in pain with their urgent need and want. Vetinari's arms gripped Drumknott's back and pressed him close.
Both men could feel each other, hard against one another. Moaning louder at this contact, Vetinari's arms slid down, his strong hands gripped Drumknott by the buttocks and thrust into him.
" Oh-Ah, " Drumknott exclaimed and released Vetinari's face. The younger man had a look of blissful panic on his face. " My..Oh, Oh," he gasped on the verge of loosing himself so quickly.
Vetinari let go of Drumknott's buttocks and tried to control himself also. He didn't want this to be over too quickly, he didn't want to scare the man and he needed to regain some control. He breathed heavily.
" Drumknott, you do not know what you are doing to me." Vetinari cleared his throat. Perhaps we should ah, sleep on this?"
" My Lord, My, I mean, Havelock. I never realised what you would do to me," gasped Drumknott. " However," he whispered, bold again through passion and desire, " I know that I want more."
The patrician made a decision.
" My bedchamber, Rufus, now." The Lord grasped the clerks hand and pulled him firmly towards the booby trapped corridor that led to his most secret and protected room.
Regaining their composure so as to cross the dangerous corridor was a surreally difficult and challenging task. Epecially for Vetinari, as all Drumknott had to do was follow. Both men were not in a position to think or walk, particularly straight, and so the journey was a lot more lengthy and treacherous than it should have been. Vetinari led his new soon-to-be, at-some-point, if-they-ever-get-through-this-corridor-alive, lover, through twists and turns, strange buttons and gadgets halting their progress so as to avoid being killed hopelessly and found embarrasingly dead but aroused by a hapless domestic (what fate would be worse? wondered Havelock madly).
Finally Vetinari showed Drumknott his room.
Wonderful, thought Drumknott. I like his style. It suits his personality and reveals a little more.
" So, you think your clothes would fit me?" He questioned, with a slight smirk.
" I think naked would suit you just fine, " replied Vetinari.
Drumknott gulped. What had he let himself in for?
As ever…To be continued…(this story can also be found on my Livejournal page).